May 2017
The Underground of HP
~
I do not joke
underworld, underground,
a subterranean nether-land,
a dark net
of a peculiar type of
wonderful human trafficking
all pathways are Venetian style,
each traveler rides in a tricked out, camouflaged gondola
of their own reckoning and design,
upon "rivers of good company"^
***"dude - ain't no such thing I seen
on o dropdown menu
provided by the House of York***
you are correct and yet, you are
correctable.
the way in
to this far more real world
than the surficial one
where you currently reside,
but only half alive,
is where poets speak
in the pentameter of plain english,
exchanging kindnesses and
magic tricks, tidbits of loveliness,
poems of sheerest nylon delight
their private revelations,
their second skin
home to shared state secrets
that are close guarded,
confided confidences, confident completely,
that nothing can rise exposed to the glare of the casual observer,
the accidental tourist,
who writes but
of and for the occasion
for self-glorification
the way in you ask?
don't make me laugh.
no one will extend an invitation -
memberships do not exist
you must invite yourself.
look to the frescoed, vaulted Vatican ceiling,
see the Creation of Adam,
a single finger-extending,
breathing life
when touching his/your reciprocal,
his/your creator
this is the way, the way in,
to self creation.
make the reach of your life,
stretch your soul across the terra firma of invisible terabytes
with the touch of a single fingertip
down below is where
the super stars reside,
who count not the vanity of quantities of cheap likes,
but who delight in the
rivets of insights,
well hid in the spaces between
line and letter
and dark secret messages,
trafficking in the best of
humanity, kindness
expose yourself, accepting your self
welcomed you will be,
accepted.
down below is where the real work gets done.
the realization, the actualization,
where the top of the tip
points down, the crown,
of the inverted pyramid
where poems are the
blood and stuff,
the kisses and the touches,
the ***** and the
opening into the berm,
the root, the stem, and the blossoming
of the real world of HP
^https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1913140/in-the-river-of-good-company/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1915543/how-to-be-a-successful-poet-on-hp-in-two-parts/
~
I do not joke
underworld, underground,
a subterranean nether-land,
a dark net
of a peculiar type of
wonderful human trafficking
all pathways are Venetian style,
each traveler rides in a tricked out, camouflaged gondola
of their own reckoning and design,
upon "rivers of good company"^
***"dude - ain't no such thing I seen
on o dropdown menu
provided by the House of York***
you are correct and yet, you are
correctable.
the way in
to this far more real world
than the surficial one
where you currently reside,
but only half alive,
is where poets speak
in the pentameter of plain english,
exchanging kindnesses and
magic tricks, tidbits of loveliness,
poems of sheerest nylon delight
their private revelations,
their second skin
home to shared state secrets
that are close guarded,
confided confidences, confident completely,
that nothing can rise exposed to the glare of the casual observer,
the accidental tourist,
who writes but
of and for the occasion
for self-glorification
the way in you ask?
don't make me laugh.
no one will extend an invitation -
memberships do not exist
you must invite yourself.
look to the frescoed, vaulted Vatican ceiling,
see the Creation of Adam,
a single finger-extending,
breathing life
when touching his/your reciprocal,
his/your creator
this is the way, the way in,
to self creation.
make the reach of your life,
stretch your soul across the terra firma of invisible terabytes
with the touch of a single fingertip
down below is where
the super stars reside,
who count not the vanity of quantities of cheap likes,
but who delight in the
rivets of insights,
well hid in the spaces between
line and letter
and dark secret messages,
trafficking in the best of
humanity, kindness
expose yourself, accepting your self
welcomed you will be,
accepted.
down below is where the real work gets done.
the realization, the actualization,
where the top of the tip
points down, the crown,
of the inverted pyramid
where poems are the
blood and stuff,
the kisses and the touches,
the ***** and the
opening into the berm,
the root, the stem, and the blossoming
of the real world of HP
^https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1913140/in-the-river-of-good-company/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1915543/how-to-be-a-successful-poet-on-hp-in-two-parts/
